Elián;
I can still feel the weight of Rhydian's stare on my back as I walk away.
My vision blurs, and I hate the fact that my tears have decided to embarrass me again.
People break things and scream when they're angry, but I cry like a fucking idiot. I can't let anyone see me like this. Especially not Bram.
I quickly wipe away my tears as the petals under my feet crush softly. I decide that I need to leave. Screw the whole welcome ceremony. I cannot be here.
I hurry down the dirt path behind the huts, and each step feels heavier than the last. The farther I get from people, the thicker the wall of tears in my eyes grows.
WHY THE FUCK AM I CRYING!??
I now know Rhydian is a fool. I should be glad that I realised that before falling fully for him, yet here I am, crying.
I wipe my face again with my sleeves as the laughter and music fade behind me, replaced by the heavy ache in my chest.
I just need to breathe.
I just need to get away.
